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>Give a untrained volunteer AFYN to imprint combat training on them
Seems like the first person who was willing to accept this (totally glorious) role is Presley? Somehow you're not shocked at him wanting to be a test subject.
Felix and Agent K drag him over to the armory, both because that's where the gun is and to prevent him from easily fucking up anything.
"Alright." The agent stuffs the gun into the robot's hand. "Hold this. If you try to fire it, I will smash your head in. If you try to leave, you're going down on the ground. Got it?"
The usually suave android gulps. "Y-yeah. Sh-she's just joking, right, F?" He tries pointing finger guns at the other security member. He blankly stares in response. "N-no dice then."
He grips the gun before sitting down on a stepstool. He grabs the single bullet with one hand and loads it into the gun, being careful with his moves to avoid getting beaten up. So far, so good.
"Yeesh. Is this what you humans call 'ringing ears'?" Presley smacks the side of his head. The two guards don't respond. He slowly gets up, gun in hand, and hums something to himself.
"Alright, alright, stop badgering me already." He smacks the side of his head again. He walks up to a training dummy set up beforehand. The guards quietly take notes as they watch the android train. The punches and kicks thrown are pretty sloppy at first, as expected for a novice.
<span class="mu-i">Punch straight out and straight out. Keep that wrist locked and aligned with the forearm.</span>
The punches slowly get better. A bit less sloppy, a bit more powerful, a bit more <span class="mu-g">skilled.</span> Seems like this is actually going somewhere.
>Interview O2, inquire about its Hyper-focus ability
>Interview Lovecraft, ask if she’s willing to surprise attack the Task Force from the Vents.
Nothing's stopping you from doing a two in one. Besides, you rather have something to carry Lovecraft in via a cage.
The bronze android steps in, cage in hand. He adjusts his glasses with his spare hand. C-0RA stands guard, making sure the creature doesn't get out.
"So. To get the creature out of the way, would you be willing to do a little surprise attack from the vents?" You wave a hand towards the cage. O2 stuffs a piece of paper and a pen through a slot in the cage. And just as quickly, it gets spat back out.
"VENTVENTVENTVENTYESYESYESYESYES" is scrawled all over the paper. The pen is shattered, spilling ink onto the floor. Hrm. Well, that solves that.
"W-what about me, sir?" The meek robot stammers out. "What do you need?"
"Right. C-0RA, hold the cage for now." The analyzer android does so. "One of the programs this facility uses has listed you having a 'hyperfocus' ability. Would you wish to clarify about it?"
"Oh!" O2 perks up. "Well, uh, I was meant to be one of those, ehehe." He gestures at C-0RA.
"A regional analyzer?" You tilt your head. She's a facility assistant, there's no way he can be one too.
